Death's Obsession

My breath hiccups when I slip a finger inside of me, imagining it is one of his. Or his shadow’s, I’m not picky.

Awareness prickles at the back of my neck a split second before I’m pressed against the wall. The chill of the tile bites my aching nipples and sends sparks down to my core. I gasp in the steaming air and soak in the scent of morning dew.

Letum’s fingers thread through my hair, keeping my gaze fixed on the white tile. He doesn’t hesitate when he reaches around me and plunges his fingers into me. Pleasure pummels through me, and I scream, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.

“How I’ve missed you, my love,” he grinds out against the shell of my ear. He sinks himself deeper, making my entire body shudder. “There’s nothing like home.”

How can he think that someone riddled with scars is home? How does he not see me and recoil? Instead, Death’s engorged cock presses against my ass without a whisper of material between us. Perhaps in his eyes, I don’t have any scars, or maybe I do, and he thinks that they, too, are beautiful.

I try to shift my hips up without losing the mind numbing pleasure his fingers are bringing me, and I wedge my arm out from underneath me to bring it up to feel if he’s wearing a hood as well.

He lets go of my hair to land a brutal slap on my ass. The welts that form sends my blood racing every time his thigh brushes against me.

“You have not left my mind for a single second.” He pushes his hips against mine, making me feel every inch of his hard length against my burning skin. “I am completely at your mercy, Lilith.”

Sweat mingles in with the hot shower water, and I blink away the steam as I reach out to turn the water off.

Another little whimper echoes through the bathroom when he rubs my clit with his thumb and forces another cry from my lips. “Fuck, has your cunt missed the feel of my fingers?”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes,” I pant. Pressure builds in my core as my climax sprints toward me.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head so vigorously I almost knock my head against his. My legs buckle, and he keeps me held up by the fist in my hair while his fingers force an orgasm out of me.

“I need to hear you say the words, my love.” His fingers work faster, hitting the spot every single time. My core tightens on the brink of an orgasm.

“Please. For the love of god, please don’t stop,” I beg.

He stops. His fingers disappear from inside me, and I almost scream in frustration.

“You aren’t going to come on my fingers,” he says with a mischievous lilt in his voice.

My protests die on my lips when his cock teases my entrance from behind, his body pressed against my back. He grips my hips to hold me steady and fills me with a single thrust. The sound of his snarl breaks through my scream as pain lances my core from the sheer girth of him. He pauses as if relishing in the feel of me, sliding deeper, inch by brutal inch. When I think there’s nothing left for him to give, he fills me even more. My body stretches to try and accommodate his size. The only thing that prepared me for his size was his shadow’s fingers, and it doesn’t compare to finally having him inside me.

He did as he promised: he claimed me when I least expected it.

“You are going to come on my cock tonight, my love, and you are going to scream my name when you do it.”

My hold on the wall keeps slipping, and I have no choice but to drop my cheek onto the tile and let the stars dance behind my vision while a supernova starts in my core.

His grip leaves my hair, and he holds the tile wall next to my head for support. I’m forced to stare at his straining forearms. Somehow, I’m getting even wetter at the sight of the ticking veins in his hands.

He pummels into me to the point that I can’t even hold my own weight. With each thrust he goes a little bit deeper. The tile beneath his hand cracks with the force of his brutal fucking. Despite how vicious his thrusts are, he’s still holding back.

I don’t remember my own name. I don’t know where I am. But I’ll never forget his name. I could never forget what he’s done to me.

My orgasm thunders through me like lighting, setting every edge of me alight and making me lose feelings in my toes. He doesn’t relent with his pounding, squeezing me of everything I have to give and deeming it not enough.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls in my ear. He shifts his hold on my waist and presses the tip of his finger into the tight ring of my muscle. “Do you want me to stop, love?” he pants without pause in his pounding. “If you want me to fill your ass, you have to say it.”

I meet him at his next thrust, taking every single inch of him like I need him just as much as he needs me. His movements slow, sliding into me with more brutal thrusts that stirs pleasurable pain in my core. More heat pools between my legs, encouraging him to tease me with the achingly slow rhythm.

Then he resumes his tortuous pace of pummeling into the wall. He snarls as I whip my head back close to my shoulder blades, arching my back to take even more of him. I used to be well versed in anal toys and having my ass fucked but he doesn’t need to know that. Still, Letum’s care warms my heart almost as hot as my blood.

“Put it in me,” I hiss.

“Fuck.” He shoves his fingers into my mouth, pulling my head to him by the cheek. “Get my fingers as wet as you can, love. Because I’ll be fucking your ass with them, and then with my cock.”

I moan from his words alone. He shoves his fingers all the way until I choke on them. My eyes roll back as he fucks my mouth just as viciously as he fucks my cunt. Unbridled excitement has me sucking his fingers as if they were his cock, and the thought of tasting him on my tongue again causes another orgasm to approach.

“You’re a sight to behold,” he gasps.

Without warning, he yanks the shower curtain open, breaking the metal rod from off the wall in the process. He pulls out of me, leaving me hollow and empty. His fingers continue to warm my mouth, pulling at my cheek as he guides me forward with a fist in my hair. My head is pushed down to the sink and Letum kills the lights before I get the chance to look into the mirror to see if there is anything concealing his face.

“I’m going to ruin you, Lilith,” he says as he pushes a finger into the taut ring of muscle and groans. “So fucking tight.”

A breathy moan escapes my lips as he starts working me, getting me ready to take another finger. I’m screaming bloody murder by the time the third goes in.

My core tightens with the need to be filled again. I push my hips back, trying to signal to him to sink into me, but he doesn’t heed. My hands travel down to my entrance, and he objects with another slap to my ass.

Goosebumps scatter all over me as the bathroom darkens even more. “I know how much you loved having an extra pair of hands worship you. How would you feel with an extra cock to fuck you with?”

Jesus christ. Of course the man who deals in souls has a dick on his actual soul. If his fingers weren’t stretching me so thoroughly, I would be giggling right now.

A cool finger presses against my core for a second, taunting me.

Letum pulls me upright, ushering me out of the door, and makes me miss the chance to see him in the mirror. I try to angle my head to see his face, but his hold on my hair keeps me looking straight ahead.

I try to make out the shape of Letum’s soul which occupies almost the whole bed. He isn’t as big as he was in the woods, like he’s managed to shrink in size. As my gaze travels down what I assume is his waist, anticipation bubbles through my veins. I can barely make out the shape of the soul’s hard cock.

Letum kills the lights again and pushes me forward until I’m on the bed, straddling the shadow. He angles me so that I’m just on top of the soul’s length. The only lighting there is from the hallway, so I can’t see what it is that’s about to go inside me. More specifically, how big it is.